It’s Just a Number

Are those tears for me?
So hopeless do I seem to you,
So sad, that only tears can speak
The thoughts you try to hide?
Look not with pity on my
Lined and weary face,
Look not with loathing on my
Sagging, wrinkled flesh,
Look instead deep into youthful eyes
Where mirth greets your tears.
Cry only for yourself and the
Dimness of your understanding.